i've fallen in love with a boy whose name i never learned (and probably never will, as long as we are being honest.) the shapes scattered across his face are unfamiliar to what my pupils find recognizable.
but his eyes, the color of coffee-stained napkins, burn holes in the lining of my organs like bummed cigarettes leave scorched edges in paper-thin hotel sheets.
orange pill bottles, with their fading labels, leave me hungry, my bones aching. i've stolen from muscles in need to quiet the sound of my chattering teeth.
(hush now, it'll all be alright.)
he sang Bob Marley with his fingertips to reassure me i'd make it through the night, but only you [with your soft spoken eyes and fumbling tongue] know me when i get this way. but i smiled nonchalantly to please his unsteady hands.
i haven't swallowed anything solid in three weeks (or has it been longer?...time melts in my hands.)
i think Salvador Dali had it right.
there are barcodes where my eyes once were;
i'm catching fireflies on my tongue, swallowing electricity. the smell of lilac fills me, leaving my mind in fog. my brain is short-circuiting. there's a hole in my throat in which my words are slipping, lost in dimensions of broken links.
i've left my chest wide open for all the world to see.
go ahead and dissect the leftover poetry i never had the chance to bleed across paper.
when he smiles, his off-white teeth resemble cracked tea-cups and fine china, aged with dust.
the spider bites traveling across my neckline left an inviting atmosphere of red spots and vanilla skin for a game of connect-the-dots.
he says he'd kiss each and every one if it meant it would quiet the earthquake on my mind. (baby, look, it hasn't mattered in minutes.)
and i don't blame you.
and i don't blame her. or him.
i blame myself and i blame god. god of plastic kitchen utensils with his quick wit and sharp, serrated edges.
i thought i was going somewhere with this, but the verbs expired and became lifeless as they slid down my tired jawline.
[you]
with my weak smile.
[you]
with my powdered nose [no pun intended.]
[you]
with my trembling spinal cord.
and [you]
with my elongated torso.
[you] have stretched me in directions i've never even heard of on a compass rose and you called it the start of something new.
but this is far too big for my shoulders to bear,
but my voice is far too tiny to admit the truth.
Author notes
i'm not really sure what this is. along with my self-worth, i've lost my ability to write. this is a bit bipolar..ish. this refers to my newfound addiction and how i've been dealing with it. i've found honesty in his eyes and he found lies in mine. but that's how we've learned to love one another, i suppose. in the end, we've both been decieved. [am i even making sense anymore?] this also refers to the boy who knows me inside and out, he's the one person who knows my inner demons and the patterns of my tears...
also, the [you] refers to the me that the new me has left for buried alive and left for dead...
gah. any questions, just ask...
fuck.
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mmmmmmmhmmmm
[[it shoots straight up your spine like a line of coke to your nose]]
this is fucking great.
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I love this. It's so beautifully written and I can feel the pain here. The emotions just bleed out. I love the descriptions that you use, they're just gorgeous. Brilliant write.
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'but his eyes, the color of coffee-stained napkins, burn holes in the lining of my organs like bummed cigarettes leave scorched edges in paper-thin hotel sheets.'
wow that was one of the most beautiful images that I have pictured. the words you used here... outstanding.
this piece is so raw and i think you've really out done yourself, one of your best i would say
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i absolutely love the imagery. and this is gorgeously painful... i just have no idea what to say.
i love it.
you're amazing.
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ack im so sorry i never commented this my dear..
i can honestly say though this is one of your best.
the quick switches in between the lines are frantic like someone is on something but the images are so very creative; esp the part about his off white teeth; that was a beautiful describtion! i could have never came up with that lilly pie <3 ily!!!
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thank you audri baby.
ily. <3333333333333
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"i've lost my ability to write."
Shut the fook up.
If this isn't writing, I have no idea what is.
I love this and honestly, I think this is one of your best pieces. The imagery was orgasmic. :]
I love you and I'm always, ALWAYS, here for you- no matter what.
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thank you sweetheart.
ily.♥
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I like how in this piece, it's like the you has become one person. All these different memories are being smashed together to make one GIANT movement of engery. And it spins in your mind. It's like a bad trip that feels like it won't end and brings the alarming sirens of panic, pulsing through your bones.
aw honey honey I'm always here for you. I swear I am.
And you haven't lost your ability to write. This is wicked. I'm diggin it, right down to the chalky core. It's so raw and full of life. keep pushing on babe, never stop.
love you to the ends of the universe and back
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love you too sweet girl.
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babe i read this
& i just wna let you know that i care.
i would right more but i'm to fucked to make any sense.
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thank you bby.
<3
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